While I'm waiting to have my butt handed to me.

I saw a production of my favorite musical last night: Parade.

Aside from my short trip to NYC a month ago I've taken somewhat of a hiatus from theater. I think about it often but I haven't participated. Now to be fair I am working on music a lot more and reading so it's not like I'm a lazy lump.

It was just an interesting time in my life to see a production of a show that I call mine. A show that I fully intend on directing someday and a show that for some mysterious reason I feel very attached to.

Because I kept asking myself: Why?

Why do I care? Why do I, we, people, watch other people act out the same stories over and over. Why do we fight to be part of these stories. I've been prosecuting myself for years to come up with this master thesis on the justification for theater and people who spend their lives and money doing it. It's just the same as athletes playing the same game for 10 years.

The strongest and prevailing answer time and time again:

Because it just feels so fucking good.

I've been looking for something like this...

Beautiful branches with lights and all kinds of pretty flowers.

I saw this piece at someone's house over the weekend and I fell in love with it. He said he got it in Mexico so I kind of gave up. BUT (thank you Emmie for the pussy willow suggestion) now I know what kind of plant it is!

Like Like Like!

I love this flower/branch combination. I've been looking for something like this for a while. It's very simple.

These are some pretty fall colors (not just browns!) that I like. It's been hard to describe the hues because it's summer so everything right now is really bright.









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You.

You're dirty.
You smell strongly of urine.
You make me rush without reason.
You force me to look at other people.
You push me.
You're always so freaking busy.
You make me really look at other people.
You give me ideas.
You make me feel like I can do better than what I'm doing.
You make me want to lose weight.
You're smelly.
You're cold.
You're fat.
You make me walk all over the place.
You keep me up at night.
You're hot.
You force me to know where I'm going.
You. Make. Me. Sick.
You have beautiful fall trees.
You're so different aren't you.